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BONES' 


Kntered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874,  by  A    M.  WII.I.AKM>,  in  the  office  of 
the  Librarian  of  Congress,  Washington,  I).  C. 

|N  PRESENTING  THIS  CHROMO  in  illustration,  of  Bret  Hartes 
Poem,  (on  next  page,)  the  publisher  introduces  the  public  to  a  closer 
intimacy  with  the  good  man  and  his  noble  qualities. 

In  his  time  he  could  "overcome"  a  goodly  number  of  "ornery 
mortals"  with  a  promptness  and  ease  that  distinguished  him  on  the  river,  and 
secured  to  him  a  certain  respect  among  his  fellows.  The  strong  arm  that 
pulled  the  heavy  oar  of  a  flat-boat  was  ever  at  the  service  of  a  friend.  He  was 
as  ready  to  back  a  load  of  wood  to  the  needy  widow,  as  to  join  the  boys  for  a 
frolic.  His  word  was  as  good  as  "writin" — his  record  was  clear.  He  hated 
horse-thieves—he  knew  something  of  Indians.  He  was  a  good  neighbor  and 
a  good  provider ;  also,  a  fair  operator  "onto"  the  violin. 

Mr.  WILLARD,  the  artist,  in  his  illustration  strongly  suggests  these  points  of 
character,  and  has  portrayed  Deacon  Jones  and  family  with  a  power  all  his  own. 
It  is  quite  impossible  to  witness  the  Deacon's  indecision  between  the  business 
in  hand,  and  his  evident  desire  to  "snatch  that  kitten"  without  being  amused. 

The  Chromo  reproduction  is  by  CLAY,  COSACK  &  Co.,  Buffalo,  and  is  one  of 
the  best  examples  of  Chromo-Lithography  produced  in  this  country.     The  size  of 
the  picture  is  16x22  inches — mounted  upon  canvass  and  strainers.     PRICE,  $6.00, 
Address  orders  to 

J.  F.  RYDER,  Publisher, 

239  Superior  St.,  CLEVELAND,  O. 


Deacon  Jones'  Experience. 

(^t ^KANSAS 

1874. 


Ye'r  right  when  you  lays  it  down  Parson, 

Thet  the  flesh  is  weak  and  a  snare ; 
And  to  keep  yer  plow  in  the  furrow 
When  yer  cattle  begins  to  rare— 
Ain't  no  sure  thing.     And  between  us, 
The  same  may  be  said  of  prayer. 

Why,  I  stood  the  jokes,  on  the  river, 
Of  the  boys,  when  the  critters  found 

Thet  I'd  jined  the  Church  and  the  snicker 

Thet,  may  be  ye  mind,  went  round, 
The  day  I  set  down  with  the  mourners, 
In  the  old  camp  meetin'  ground  ! 

I  stood  all  that,  and  I  reckon 
I  might  at  a  pinch  stood  more — 

For  the  boys,  they  represents  Bael, 
And  I  Stands  as  the  Kock  of  the  Law, 

And  it  seemed  like  a  moral  scrimmage, 
In  holdin'  agin  their  jaw. 

But  t liar's  crosses  a  Christian  suffers, 

As  he/'nt  got  that  pretense — 
Things  with  no  moral  purpose, 

Things  ex  he/  got  no  sense; 
Things,  ez,  somehow,  no  profit 

Will  rover  their  first  expense. 

E/>  how  !  I  was  jesf  last  evenin' 

Addressin'  the  Throne  of  Grace, 
And  mother  knelt  in  the  corner. 


And  each  of  the  boys  in  his  place — 
When  that  sneakin'  pup  of  Kexiah'*? 
To  Jonathan's  cat  giv  chase ! 

I  never  let  on  to  mind  'em, 

I  never. let  on  to  hear; 
But  driv  that  prayer  down  the  furrow 

With  the  cat  hidin'  under  my  cheer, 
And  Keziah  a  whisperin'  "sic  her!" 

And  mother  a  savin'  "you  dare !" 

I  asked  for  a  light  for  the  heathen, 

To  guide  on  his  narrer  track, 
With  that  dog  and  that  cat  jest  waltzin', 

And  Jonathan's  face  jest  black. 
When  the  pup  made  a  rush  and  the  kitten — 

Dropped  down  on  the  small  of  my  back. 

Yet,  I  think,  with  the  Lud's  assistance, 

I  might  have  continered  then. 
If  gettin'  her  holt,  that  kitten 

Hed'nt  dropped  her  claws  in  me — when 
It  somehow  reached  the  '  Old  Adam," 

And  I  jumped  to  my  feet  with  "Amen." 

So,  ye'r  right  when  you  say  it,  Parson, 
Thet  the  flesh  is  weak  and  a  snare, 

And  to  keep  yer  plow  in  the  furrow 
When  yer  cattle  begins  to  rare 

Ain't  no  sure  thing.     And  between  us 
I  say  its  jest  so  with  prayer. 

BRKT  HARTE. 


Kn tercel  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1874,  by  A.  M.  WM.I.ARD.  in  the  office  of 
the  Librarian  of  Congress,  Washington.  D.  (_'. 


OUCH!" 


"  Helen  Blazes,  scatter  ! "  was  what  he  said  ;  his  gesticulations  were  violent 
and  unstudied  ;  his  manner  strange  and  hurried ;  his  eyes  rolled  wildly,  and  the 
perspiration  started  from  his  youthful  brow. 

Again  he  cried,  "  Helen  Blazes  !  get  out  of  this  I "  and  little  Helen,  without 
further  waiting,  struck  a  bee-line  for  the  house.  At  this  point  "  our  special 
artist,"  A.  M.  WILLARD,  "  sketched  "  Tommy  Blazes  "  on  the  spot."  The  sketch 
proves  the  power  of  the  artist  in  portraying  scenes  of  startling  effect  and  strong 
expression  with  an  agreeable  touch  of  humor. 

As  men  are  children  of  larger  growth,  it  is  pleasant  to  go  back,  by  familiar 
glimpses,  to  the  days  of  boyish  pranks,  and  recall  the  exploits  enacted  then.  In 
this,  as  in  the  story  of  "  Pluck,"  the  assault  of  the  "little  busy  bee"  upon  Tommy 
Blazes  will  come  home  with  a  special  force  to  many  a  man  who  has  lost  the  smell 
of  hay-fields. 

The  Chromo  is  from  the  house  of  CLAY,  COSACK  &  Co.,  of  Buffalo,  and  is  a 
fine  example  of  first-class  American  Chromo  art.      The  size  of  the  picture  is 
17x22  inches,  mounted  upon  canvass  and  strainers.     PRICE,  $5.00. 
Address  orders  to 

J.  F.  RYDER,  Publisher, 

239  Superior  St  ,  CLEVELAND,  O. 


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